Charge, counter-charge!

On the dirt mountain, the Manchurian Eight Banners were still engaged in a tug-of-war with the Tianwei Army, and the cavalry charged again and again, and was ruthlessly beaten down by the Tianwei Army.

Six hours, from the morning until dark, the Manchurian elite cavalry still has not been able to take the mountain, by this time, all the artillery of the Tianwei army has been destroyed by the shells of the red-coated cannons, even if it is not destroyed, there is no use, because the shells of the Tianwei army have already been consumed under the saturation attack again and again, on the top of the mountain, there are dead corpses everywhere, the dead corpses of the Tianwei army, the dead corpses of the Manchurian elite cavalry, layer by layer, horizontal and vertical, everywhere, blood directly turned the soil into mud!

At the foot of the mountain, Duoduo was anxious, angry and thunderous, and there was a dejected Tan Tai standing in front of him, from the beginning to the present, the Qing army organized no less than twenty attacks, and they were all beaten back by the Tianwei army, the Tianwei army on the top of the mountain didn't seem to know hunger and thirst, didn't know the pain, didn't know death, just like a machine, even if it was a machine, it also needed to refuel, these days the Tianwei army fought for a whole day, without any supplement, still like a living dragon and a tiger!

In a day's battle, the casualties of the Manchurian elite cavalry have exceeded 4,000 people, 4,000 people, this is the elite force of the white flag and the white flag, the total strength of the white flag is only 20,000 people, just this battle, which is equivalent to the direct reduction of one-tenth of the two white flags, even if some of the wounded can recover later, it will take a long time to do, if it is damaged in this way, it is enough for two white flags to drink a pot, one thousand wounded enemies, eight hundred self-losses, the Ming army can afford to consume, the elite of the eight banners can not afford to consume, If you die, you'll lose one!

"Tan Tai, you waste, how the hell did you fight! More than 20,000 people besieged a small mountain bag of the Tianwei Army, and you can't take it down in a day, what's the use of you living? What's the use! ”

Dodor was already dizzy with anger.

Tan Tai is also full of bitterness, this battle has never been aggrieved, I am afraid that this is the most difficult bone to gnaw in the Ming Dynasty, why did he let Lao Tzu catch up? Bad luck!

"Lord Wang, this, the combat power of the mighty army is too fierce, it can't be described as fearless of death, just charge directly at our cavalry, this is completely a suicidal tactic, don't die at all......"

Duoduo naturally knows that the Tianwei army is not afraid of death, it is a difficult bone to gnaw, but Duoduo is already distressed now, the two white flags have always been his descendants, and they are the capital of his life, if the attack on the Daimyo Mansion has thousands of casualties, it is barely acceptable, and now it is just a small mountain, and it pays such a heavy price, if it is a decisive battle with the main force of the Tianwei army, the two white flags will not be dead?

"I don't care about the rest, I just need to take this mountain as soon as possible, and this king will give you one last chance, an hour, if you still can't take this mountain within an hour, Lao Tzu will cut off your head as a night pot!"

Dodor roared angrily.

"Yes, Lord Wang, the minion personally led the troops to charge this time!"

Tan Tai was ruthless, if he couldn't take this mountain, he couldn't say that Prince Yu would really take advantage of himself......

Tan Tai led the main force with the white flag and rushed up to the top of the mountain again!

On the earth mountain, now Xiao Ting's war horse has already died, even the glaive knife in his hand has been broken, one arm is hanging weakly, and his forehead has been wrapped in a robe, it is an arrow wound, shot by the secret arrow of the Qing army, blood donation burst, as for other places, it is even more scarred, this battle is too tragic, the soldiers around him have been killed and wounded, only the general Du Ming is still standing beside him, looking at the soldiers around him, now the soldiers who can stand up are less than a thousand!

"Humph! Dog's day, my lord, we really didn't expect that Qinggou would also use red-coated cannons, and once they were used, there were more than 20 guns, if there were no these artillery, we would stick to it for a day and a night, just like playing! Fuck, it seems that today, our brothers have to go to Huangquan together......"

Du Ming's body was also scarred, and the spear in his hand was still tightly held.

Xiao Ting's face was cold, and he said with a smile: "Go to Huangquan together? Okay, anyway, if our brothers go to Huangquan together, we won't be lonely, but, unfortunately, we can no longer follow Your Majesty to fight in the south and the north, Your Majesty, Xiao Ting has to go first......"

"My lord, my lord, the Qing army has begun to charge again! You see, they're moving again! ”

A soldier of the Tianwei Army shouted.

Xiao Ting's spirit was shocked, and he shouted: "Brothers, can you still hold the knife?" Those who can hold knives are all for Lao Tzu to get up, let's catch up in the end, don't insult the prestige of our Tianwei Army! War! ”

"The Tianwei Army is mighty, the Tianwei Army is mighty!"

"Fight! War! War! ”

A majestic roar resounded in the night sky again, this was the last roar of the Tianwei Army, it was a roar that did not dare to look at the Eight Desolations and look at life and death!

The Tianwei army waved the weapon in his hand, and once again struggled to fight with the cavalry who rushed up, still fighting to the death, still exchanging life for life, and blood for blood!

The steel knife in Tan Tai's hand was constantly chopping, and the dignified Manchurian famous general, at this time, his heart was trembling with a trace of courage, what kind of group of people is this, even if it is the last person left, Tan Tai believes that this person will definitely stand up the steel knife and cut the last knife!

"Kill, kill, kill!"

There are more and more Manchurian cavalry pouring up the mountain, and the more than 1,000 people of the Tianwei army are all submerged under the iron hooves, even if they have been trampled under the feet of the iron hooves, and the stomach is broken, the soldiers of the Tianwei army will still cut the steel knife on the horse's leg for the last time, sending out the last fight in their lives!

An hour, another hour!

After a whole hour of bloody battles, there are only a dozen or so soldiers of the mighty army standing today!

Yes......

Xiao Ting roared angrily and swung out his last sword, and Tan Tai knocked the glaive knife away, and a cavalryman behind him stabbed the spear out, right in Xiao Ting's chest, warrior, even if he died, his big hand still held the banner tightly!

"Your Excellency, Your Excellency!"

Du Ming on the side pounced on a tiger, holding Xiao Ting who was about to fall tightly, and a big hand also held the flagpole tightly, and the two of them hugged the handsome flag tightly in their arms!

"Poof......

There was another sound of steel blades entering flesh, and the entire battlefield fell into silence, and the tragic bloody battle finally calmed down.

Tan Tai looked at the handsome flag in front of him in a daze, and looked at the two warriors in front of him, even if he died, he would not fall in front of the enemy, the army soul that did not fall, the military flag that did not fall!